Clyde had his "day at the spa" on Sunday, well, at least that's what we're telling him. Here's how this one went down: We went to our feed store on Saturday to pick up a few things, and while there we struck up a conversation with the husband and wife who own it about what we need to do to prepare the chickens for winter. We've read that this is the time that bugs can hop aboard, and we were wondering what to look for. This couple is the nicest couple ever and they've been extremely helpful with our rookie and overly caring questions. So, they asked how many chickens we have? I replied that we are down to 11. Oh, no problem, they say. You could easily give each of them baths and then afterward you will want to blow them dry before bringing them outdoors. While they're in the sink we were told to look for the little buggies and then treat every chicken should we find any. Ok.
Sunday comes and I'm ready for my first victim...I mean client. We decide on Clyde because he gets very nervous as he sees us picking up his girls. We had the perfect plan. Lock them all in the outdoor coop. Take them one-at-a-time for their spa treatment, then return them to the indoor coop. Sounds great!
Back to Clyde. Jay brings Clyde in and the poor guy is a nervous wreck. He was the perfect gentleman though, and I knew I should enjoy it because I was sure the girls would be trash talking me the entire time. I sprayed him down and lathered him with laundry detergent (unscented for sensitive skin). He kind of enjoyed this part. I then rinsed him off, which, like the chicken expert told me, took only a minute or 2 because it was laundry detergent and not shampoo. Alright, next I lifted him up onto the towel on the counter for his "styling". We thought he would get upset by the loud hairdryer, but he did great! The only problem with this scenario is, have you ever tried to dry down feathers? It took FOREVER!! About 1/2 hour later he was set to leave the "spa". I decided against this type of treatment for the rest of my clients, and took the insecticide out to them instead. Sorry girls - maybe in the summer.
As for Clyde, he's strutting more than ever and smells great! I am convinced, however, that he's got a running tally in his mind of the number of times that I've truly annoyed him and when his spurs begin growing he's going to stab me for each of the times.
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